The Land Of Mist - Doyle Arthur Conan - Страница 20
- Предыдущая
- 20/53
- Следующая
«You don't seem to bring any influence with you. I get no impression. I am sorry but we can't command these things. I get the name Edmund. Was that his name?»
«No.»
«Or Albert?»
«No.»
«I am sorry, but it seems confused – cross vibrations, perhaps, and a mix-up of messages like crossed telegraph wires.»
«Does the name Pedro help you?»
«Pedro! Pedro! No, I get nothing. Was Pedro an elderly man?»
«No, not elderly.»
«I can get no impression.»
«It was about this girl of mine that I really wanted advice. My husband would have told me what to do. She has got engaged to a young man, a fitter by trade, but there are one or two things against it and I want to know what to do.»
«Do give us some advice,» said the young woman, looking at the medium with a hard eye.
«I would if I could, my dear. Do you love this man?»
«Oh yes, he's all right.»
«Well, if you don't feel more than that about him, I hould leave him alone. Nothing but unhappiness comes of such a marriage.»
«Then you see unhappiness waiting for her?»
«I see a good chance of it. I think she should be careful.»
«Do you see anyone else coming along?»
«Everyone, man or woman, meets their mate sometime somewhere.»
«Then she will get a mate?»
«Most certainly she will.»
«I wonder if I should have any family?» asked the girl.
«Nay, that's more than I can say.»
«And money – will she have money? We are down hearted, Mr. Linden, and we want a little «
At this moment there came a most surprising interruption. The door flew open and little Mrs. Linden rushed into the room with pale face and blazing eyes.
«They are policewomen, Tom. I've had a warning about them. It's only just come. Get out of this house, you pair of snivelling hypocrites. Oh, what a fool! What a fool I was not to recognize what you were.» The two women had risen.
«Yes, you are rather late, Mrs. Linden,» said the senior. «The money has passed.»
«Take it back! Take it back! It's on the table.»
«No, no, the money has passed. We have had our fortune told. You will hear more of this, Mr. Linden.»
«You brace of frauds! You talk of frauds when it is you who are the frauds all the time! He would not have seen you if it had not been for compassion.»
«It is no use scolding us,» the woman answered. «We do our duty and we did not make the law. So long as it is on the Statute Book we have to enforce it. We must report the case at headquarters.»
Tom Linden seemed stunned by the blow, but, when the policewomen had disappeared, he put his arm round his weeping wife and consoled her as best he might.
«The typist at the police office sent down the warning,» she said. «Oh, Tom, it is the second time!» she cried. «It means gaol and hard labour for you.»
«Well, dear, so long as we are conscious of having done no wrong and of having done God's work to the best of our power, we must take what comes with a good heart.»
«But where were they? How could they let you down so? Where was your guide?»
«Yes, Victor,» said Tom Linden, shaking his head at the air above him, «where were you? I've got a crow to pick with you. You know, dear,» he added, «just as a doctor can never treat his own case, a medium is very helpless when things come to his own address. That's the law. And yet I should have known. I was feeling in the dark. I had no inspiration of any sort. It was just a foolish pity and sympathy that led me on when I had no sort of a real message. Well, dear Mary, we will take what's coming to us with a brave heart. Maybe they have not enough to make a case, and maybe the beak is not as ignorant as most of them. We'll hope for the best.»
In spite of his brave words the medium was shaking and quivering at the shock. His wife had put her hands upon him and was endeavouring to steady him, when Susan, the maid, who knew nothing of the trouble, admitted a fresh visitor into the room. It was none other than Edward Malone.
«He can't see you,» said Mrs. Linden, «the medium is ill. He will see no one this morning.»
But Linden had recognized his visitor.
«This is Mr. Malone, my dear, of the Daily Gazette. He was with us last night. We had a good sitting, had we not, sir?»
«Marvellous!» said Malone. «But what is amiss?»
Both husband and wife poured out their sorrows.
«What a dirty business!» cried Malone, with disgust.
«I am sure the public does not realize how this law is enforced, or there would be a row. This agent-provocateur business is quite foreign to British justice. But in any case, Linden, you are a real medium. The law was made to suppress false ones.»
«There are no real mediums in British law,» said Linden, ruefully. «I expect the more real you are the greater the offence. If you are a medium at all and take money you are liable. But how can a medium live if he does not take money? It's a man's whole work and needs all his strength. You can't be a carpenter all day and a first-class medium in the evening.»
«What a wicked law! It seems to be deliberately stifling all physical proofs of spiritual power.»
«Yes, that is just what it is. If the Devil passed a law it would be just that. It is supposed to be for the protection of the public and yet no member of the public has ever been known to complain. Every case is a police trap. And yet the police know as well as you or I that every Church charity garden-party has got its clairvoyante or its fortune-teller.»
«It does seem monstrous. What will happen now?»
«Well, I expect a summons will come along. Then a police court case. Then fine or imprisonment. It's the second time, you see.»
«Well, your friends will give evidence for you and we will have a good man to defend you.»
Linden shrugged his shoulders.
«You never know who are your friends. They slip away like water when it comes to the pinch.»
«Well, I won't, for one,» said Malone, heartily. «Keep me in touch with what is going on. But I called because I had something to ask you.»
«I am sorry, but I am really not fit.» Linden held out a quivering hand.
«No, no, nothing psychic. I simply wanted to ask you whether the presence of a strong sceptic would stop all your phenomena?»
«Not necessarily. But, of course, it makes everything more difficult. If they will be quiet and reasonable we can get results. But they know nothing, break every law, and ruin their own sittings. There was old Sherbank, the doctor, the other day. When the raps came on the table he jumped up, put his hand on the wall, and cried, 'Now then, put a rap on the palm of my hand within five seconds'. Because he did not get it he declared it was all humbug and stamped out of the room. They will not admit that there are fixed laws in this as in everything else.»
«Well, I must confess that the man I am thinking of might be quite as unreasonable. It is the great Professor Challenger.»
«Oh, yes, I've heard he is a hard case.»
«Would you give him a sitting?»
«Yes, if you desired it.»
«He won't come to you or to any place you name. He imagines all sorts of wires and contrivances. You might have to come down to his country house.»
«I would not refuse if it might convert him.»
«And when?»
«I can do nothing until this horrible affair is over. It will take a month or two.»
«Well, I will keep in touch with you till then. When all is well again we shall make our plans and see if we can bring these facts before him, as they have been brought before me. Meanwhile, let me say how much I sympathize. We will form a committee of your friends and all that can will surely be done.»
7. In Which the Notorious Criminal gets what the British Law Considers to be His Deserts
BEFORE we pursue further the psychic adventures of our hero and heroine, it would be well to see how the British law dealt with that wicked man, Mr. Tom Linden.
- Предыдущая
- 20/53
- Следующая
